Fine wining and dining
One in the same
Fine whining
And dining
Is so fucking lame
Sixty Nine
Upside down
The best fucking wine
Won't take away this frown
A king size cock
Won't seize me
Or take off one sock
Take your money
That you don't have
Go on now Honey
Rub on that salve
Make yourself feel better
With whatever you will
I want to hear about her
Or what you willo never kill
Fine wining and dining
One in the same
So simple this rhymning
So pathetic this game
Turn the tables baby
See what happens next
And maybe, yes maybe
You'll se it's not so comples
You ignorant fool
You childish snot
You wasted your time in school
Did you actually think
You wouldn't get caught
Take your money and yeah your looks
All your investment plans
Oh don't forget your self-help books
And whatever else
Falls through your hands
Take it all wherever you go
Maybe one day you will find someone
To love you ooh so....
Fuck it, I'm done
I'm tired of this
I don't care no more
About your fucking wish
Yeah here let me buy you a whore
I started this out with a plan
Yes with a goal
Don't you understand
I want back what you stole
Everything in me you've touched
Everything you've tainted
It meant so much to me
To those whose world I've painted
In you I see nothing
More than what you show
Let's see what time brings
And what will inevitably go
On without you, inside and out
No matter what you say
I know what it's about
Go away
Read my poems, do what you will
I care more than I'll say
But you only continue to try to kill
The things I share everyday
I hope you enjoyed your trip
I hope you enjoyed your ride
I will no longer rip
From the things I hide inside
I am tired of bleeding
I am tired of keeping quiet
I am tired of needing
And believing this is the best it will get
I know who I am
I know what I want
It's you who doesn't understand
Even when I'm pathetically blunt
School taught you nothing
Life taught you even less
You really think your something
And will one day confess
All your pains and pleas
Down upon your knees
You will shed your tears
But it will be too late
For you to be heard
And I will not debate
The picking of the bird
He will eat your insides
The way you've torn into mine
Nothing will be left to hide
All will be released from their confines
You will be free at best
Save the soul you lost
Yeah you fucked up your own test
And now will pay the cost